The best thing about being a political cartoonist is that everything will always suck – always! – and there will never be a shortage of God-awful bullshit for an artist such as myself to exploit for meaning or meaninglessness. Sure, on occasion I can dive into a bucket of shit and come up with a rose in my teeth, but for the most part my teeth are used for a rather putrid digging through empty treasure chests and the graves of the mutilated discontent – which brings me to the worst thing about being political cartoonist: the day in and day out attention I’m forced to give to the God-awful bullshit of which there will never be a shortage. In fact, the only rainbows I ever notice anymore are the ones I see in empty parking spots after it rains – the same ones that my daughters notice and crouch down and try to touch ahead of my screaming, their faces alight with the hopeful expressions of believers meeting Jesus Christ, which, in my eyes, is exactly who they’re meeting.
Anyway, that said, I have indeed been shirking my cartooning responsibilities as of late, partly to take a break from my own nay-saying outrage and partly to finish up a 30-minute Mr. Fish animated pilot that I’ll be shopping around over the next few months. More on that later. In the meantime, however, here are some tasty stills from the 8 billion cells I’ve drawn over the last dozen weeks.